There's a conference of crows,
called on the coconut tree;
Their rough and racuous cries,
reek of rank acrimony.
Startled by a cuckoo call,
they flap their wings and crow;
The leader, with his beady eyes,
squawks louder and some more...
They congregate each morning,
Here's the lesson to be learned -
When you cannot reach consensus,
The meeting is adjourned...
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This is a great read for me simple well written and lovely rhymed. Much enjoyed.-10